"Boom!"
A hideous giant's head rolled on the ground, golden-blue blood gushing from the charred stump of its neck.
Seeing their leader's towering figure collapse with a thunderous fall, the Frost Giants couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts as they cursed under their breath.
Damn dark-skinned bastard!
They said that Odin was quelling a rebellion in Elf Country, and he had taken away the main force of the Immortal Palace. Now Asgard was like a dilapidated house; as long as the Giant Clan took the opportunity to give it a hard kick, the whole structure would collapse with a crash...
Bullshit! What kind of monster, who had just beheaded their leader with a single sword strike, emerged from nowhere?!
As they saw the handsome male god raise the burning crimson greatsword in his hand again and walk through the dozens of charred giant corpses, the Frost Giants felt a strong threat of death and instinctively fell back in disarray, shouting,
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
